.:. Hello everyone who is reading this story. Thank you very much so far
for you're wonderful reviews! You all have been very kind! What you are
about to read is about the girl who first appeared at the top of Chapter
29. You will find out what she is about and what she is later on... hehehe;
hope you all are enjoying it. Oh and one more thing before you go and read
the new chapter. I might make this story Obsession into 3 diff. parts like
3 separate stories but it will be a trilogy, like the lord of the rings
books!!! And the Harry Potter books, but more like Lord of the Rings
because it kept the same story! Well that's all I have to say now (smiles)
enjoy!!!
P.S. – this chapter is a little gory and will be much easier to understand later on, hehe!
Chapter 38 – Connection
The young girl with the hazel eyes and the red shirt with the long brown hair walked down a cream colored pavement in silence. The breeze was starting to pick up as she started to pick up her own pace. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that the sun was starting to set and she got worried. The young girl started to run even faster as she bumped into people that she didn't even know and didn't even say sorry while she hit them. "Move!" She then screamed as she ran into an old man and he yelled and fell on his butt. "Watch it you little brat!" He then screamed raising his fist at her fiercely.
The clouds were starting to get dark and then a bolt of lightening struck from the sky and a rainfall of rain started to fall as well. 'Ah, I shouldn't have been so lazy!' She thought to her self as she hurried some more as she ran into the bleeding rain.
Finally the child ran down a dark ally and slammed her fists on a steel rusty door. "Who is it?!" Crackled an old woman's voice through the rain, she was on the other side of the steel door, obviously. "It's me, now open up for crying out loud... its raining like skulls and bones out here!" Yelled the child as she fiercely brushed her soaking wet brown hair out of her eyes.
A loud squeaky sound accrued and the huge rusty handle on the front door circled and it came open. "Get in here!" Screamed the old woman as she pulled the young girl by her red shirt collar in fiercely. "Man...Tyconna what is wrong with you?" the girl asked as the old saggy woman closed the door with half her might. She was old maybe around the age of 60-70 and she had white frizzy hair. Her eyes were gray and held old stories from the past. She was wearing an apron that was white and had horrible old and new dark red blood spatters on it. "Did you get it... and don't you dare speak back to me you little twit!" She screamed as she smacked the frail child who was shivering and was now angry. "Yes," She hissed at the old evil woman, "I got it! Now where is mother?" She asked coldly as she dug into her pocket and pulled out the wet and crumpled map.
The cruel old woman then snatched it from the child's hand and muttered something under her breath as she walked out of the room. Letting out a deep sigh, the child followed her into a horrible bloody room. On the walls hung long and short silver butcher knives. In small glass jars in mini rows deeply hidden in a cabinet, were eyes and a tongue.
"Do you think he will be back?" The girl asked dreamily looking into space sitting down on a stool and folding her hands as the old woman put the map on a table and went to wash her hands. "Of course he will be back child... he still lives. I can feel it in my bones." Whispered the old woman in a quiet voice. "Yeah... If only back in time you didn't marry Grandpa this whole thing would have never happened and you wouldn't have to have given birth to him and then no one would be dead, AND I wouldn't go have to stalk these poor people!" Screamed the girl standing up off the stood.
The old woman's eyes flashed upon the girl who was shaking in rage. Quickly her bony hands reached up and grabbed a long shinny silver knife and then turned around and slashed the girl across her face. The child screamed and fell to the ground, "I thought I just told you not to talk back to me!" The woman growled in her teeth.
Sitting up and quickly running over to an old dirty white pearly sink and a rusty old cracked mirror the girl examined her wound. 'I hate that old crank!' The girl thought angrily as she noticed the slash which was very deep started from her ear and down to her throat. "I'm going up to mom...and see what she has to say about this Grandma!" She then screamed pointing to her slash which was oozing out thin red blood.
Then running out of the room and up a pair of narrow wooden old dusty stairs she came up to a black door that had nail marks across the front of it. On the front of the door had the name written across from it of her father. She looked at it sadly and then kneeled down and kissed the floor and spoke his name. "Come in," then rang a voice from inside. It was sensual and mysterious, so the child slowly creaked open and stepped in. "Come Meredith, come to momma." The voice then whispered as a dark figure in the middle of the room chanted.
The room was very old and musty. Their was a huge window to Meredith's left and every now and then a huge gust of ice like wind or rain would come busting in. Up top on the ceiling, it was gross. It was dark old, and molding, plus the wallpaper was falling off. The whole room was like this, except for the floor. Meredith before she stepped any father quickly stepped out of her sandals and brushed them under a table with her feet. The floor was dark brown and was extremely smooth, like an ice skating rink.
In the middle of this horrid disturbing death like room was a woman dressed in black. Her skin was milk white pale and the only color on her body was her golden blonde hair. Her diamond green eyes would flash brightly every time she blinked. Around this mysterious but frightening woman were many lit candles. Some were ruby red and others were midnight black and one very long one was brown. Burning on the top of the extremely thick and very tall brown candle held a silver flame.
Meredith's eye's lit with excitement as she hurried over to the woman dressed in black and asked kindly if she could remove her Vail. "Carefully... we must not disturb the spirits my dear." The woman whispered as she allowed the child to take off the Black Death Vail. "Momma!" Meredith then cried as she hugged her mother with the diamond green eyes and the blonde hair tightly. "Oh my child... how was you're day?" Asked the woman as she lit a few more candles and listened to her daughter's tales. "Fine, I got what you wanted," "Oh you did! Oh my child! Bless you! Bless you!" Cried the woman as she kissed the top of the girl's forehead and chanted a few magic words as something amazing happened. The long cut that was made from the butcher's knife was magically and quickly healing its self. After a moment later there was nothing left on the child's face but just a smile!
"Grandma hurt me again," She muttered quietly. "What did you do?" Her mother asked like any other mother would. "Just told her off, I told her the truth! That if she never met Grandpa and had father that none of this would happen, and I talked back to her... have I hurt him?" Meredith then whispered quietly looking deep into her mother's tired eyes
"You mean your Father?" Her mother asked raising one of her dark eyebrows. The child just nodded worried and looked deep into the silver flame. "You did when you talked back to grandma... don't get her upset, you know that she will kill you if she has to. She has done it before." Said the woman firmly laughing slightly opening a large big black and brown book and flipping through the pages. "Yeah I know," the child said rolling her eyes, "It's good to be Immortal." She then cackled in a horrid voice.
"You came up here to speck to him didn't you Merry?" She asked kindly. "Yes momma, can I speak to father! Oh may I please!?" Cried Meredith hugging her mother tightly as she slowly pushed her away. "Ok," the woman then replied letting out a deep breath. Closing her tired eyes she called out her dead husbands name into the night. 'Yes! It's working!' Meredith then thought excitedly as a new gust of wind hurried through the room and her mother's eyes shot open. The room was dark and the only thing that could be seen were the little flickering lights in the circle which held her mother. Her mothers eyes were open and she was in a deep trance. No longer were they crystal mysterious green they were dead white. "I-I can feel him Meredith..." whispered her mother.
Then Meredith closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. As more air busted into the dark room, she reached for her mother's frozen hand and was ready to reconnect with her father who lied in the pits of hell...
P.S. – this chapter is a little gory and will be much easier to understand later on, hehe!
Chapter 38 – Connection
The young girl with the hazel eyes and the red shirt with the long brown hair walked down a cream colored pavement in silence. The breeze was starting to pick up as she started to pick up her own pace. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that the sun was starting to set and she got worried. The young girl started to run even faster as she bumped into people that she didn't even know and didn't even say sorry while she hit them. "Move!" She then screamed as she ran into an old man and he yelled and fell on his butt. "Watch it you little brat!" He then screamed raising his fist at her fiercely.
The clouds were starting to get dark and then a bolt of lightening struck from the sky and a rainfall of rain started to fall as well. 'Ah, I shouldn't have been so lazy!' She thought to her self as she hurried some more as she ran into the bleeding rain.
Finally the child ran down a dark ally and slammed her fists on a steel rusty door. "Who is it?!" Crackled an old woman's voice through the rain, she was on the other side of the steel door, obviously. "It's me, now open up for crying out loud... its raining like skulls and bones out here!" Yelled the child as she fiercely brushed her soaking wet brown hair out of her eyes.
A loud squeaky sound accrued and the huge rusty handle on the front door circled and it came open. "Get in here!" Screamed the old woman as she pulled the young girl by her red shirt collar in fiercely. "Man...Tyconna what is wrong with you?" the girl asked as the old saggy woman closed the door with half her might. She was old maybe around the age of 60-70 and she had white frizzy hair. Her eyes were gray and held old stories from the past. She was wearing an apron that was white and had horrible old and new dark red blood spatters on it. "Did you get it... and don't you dare speak back to me you little twit!" She screamed as she smacked the frail child who was shivering and was now angry. "Yes," She hissed at the old evil woman, "I got it! Now where is mother?" She asked coldly as she dug into her pocket and pulled out the wet and crumpled map.
The cruel old woman then snatched it from the child's hand and muttered something under her breath as she walked out of the room. Letting out a deep sigh, the child followed her into a horrible bloody room. On the walls hung long and short silver butcher knives. In small glass jars in mini rows deeply hidden in a cabinet, were eyes and a tongue.
"Do you think he will be back?" The girl asked dreamily looking into space sitting down on a stool and folding her hands as the old woman put the map on a table and went to wash her hands. "Of course he will be back child... he still lives. I can feel it in my bones." Whispered the old woman in a quiet voice. "Yeah... If only back in time you didn't marry Grandpa this whole thing would have never happened and you wouldn't have to have given birth to him and then no one would be dead, AND I wouldn't go have to stalk these poor people!" Screamed the girl standing up off the stood.
The old woman's eyes flashed upon the girl who was shaking in rage. Quickly her bony hands reached up and grabbed a long shinny silver knife and then turned around and slashed the girl across her face. The child screamed and fell to the ground, "I thought I just told you not to talk back to me!" The woman growled in her teeth.
Sitting up and quickly running over to an old dirty white pearly sink and a rusty old cracked mirror the girl examined her wound. 'I hate that old crank!' The girl thought angrily as she noticed the slash which was very deep started from her ear and down to her throat. "I'm going up to mom...and see what she has to say about this Grandma!" She then screamed pointing to her slash which was oozing out thin red blood.
Then running out of the room and up a pair of narrow wooden old dusty stairs she came up to a black door that had nail marks across the front of it. On the front of the door had the name written across from it of her father. She looked at it sadly and then kneeled down and kissed the floor and spoke his name. "Come in," then rang a voice from inside. It was sensual and mysterious, so the child slowly creaked open and stepped in. "Come Meredith, come to momma." The voice then whispered as a dark figure in the middle of the room chanted.
The room was very old and musty. Their was a huge window to Meredith's left and every now and then a huge gust of ice like wind or rain would come busting in. Up top on the ceiling, it was gross. It was dark old, and molding, plus the wallpaper was falling off. The whole room was like this, except for the floor. Meredith before she stepped any father quickly stepped out of her sandals and brushed them under a table with her feet. The floor was dark brown and was extremely smooth, like an ice skating rink.
In the middle of this horrid disturbing death like room was a woman dressed in black. Her skin was milk white pale and the only color on her body was her golden blonde hair. Her diamond green eyes would flash brightly every time she blinked. Around this mysterious but frightening woman were many lit candles. Some were ruby red and others were midnight black and one very long one was brown. Burning on the top of the extremely thick and very tall brown candle held a silver flame.
Meredith's eye's lit with excitement as she hurried over to the woman dressed in black and asked kindly if she could remove her Vail. "Carefully... we must not disturb the spirits my dear." The woman whispered as she allowed the child to take off the Black Death Vail. "Momma!" Meredith then cried as she hugged her mother with the diamond green eyes and the blonde hair tightly. "Oh my child... how was you're day?" Asked the woman as she lit a few more candles and listened to her daughter's tales. "Fine, I got what you wanted," "Oh you did! Oh my child! Bless you! Bless you!" Cried the woman as she kissed the top of the girl's forehead and chanted a few magic words as something amazing happened. The long cut that was made from the butcher's knife was magically and quickly healing its self. After a moment later there was nothing left on the child's face but just a smile!
"Grandma hurt me again," She muttered quietly. "What did you do?" Her mother asked like any other mother would. "Just told her off, I told her the truth! That if she never met Grandpa and had father that none of this would happen, and I talked back to her... have I hurt him?" Meredith then whispered quietly looking deep into her mother's tired eyes
"You mean your Father?" Her mother asked raising one of her dark eyebrows. The child just nodded worried and looked deep into the silver flame. "You did when you talked back to grandma... don't get her upset, you know that she will kill you if she has to. She has done it before." Said the woman firmly laughing slightly opening a large big black and brown book and flipping through the pages. "Yeah I know," the child said rolling her eyes, "It's good to be Immortal." She then cackled in a horrid voice.
"You came up here to speck to him didn't you Merry?" She asked kindly. "Yes momma, can I speak to father! Oh may I please!?" Cried Meredith hugging her mother tightly as she slowly pushed her away. "Ok," the woman then replied letting out a deep breath. Closing her tired eyes she called out her dead husbands name into the night. 'Yes! It's working!' Meredith then thought excitedly as a new gust of wind hurried through the room and her mother's eyes shot open. The room was dark and the only thing that could be seen were the little flickering lights in the circle which held her mother. Her mothers eyes were open and she was in a deep trance. No longer were they crystal mysterious green they were dead white. "I-I can feel him Meredith..." whispered her mother.
Then Meredith closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. As more air busted into the dark room, she reached for her mother's frozen hand and was ready to reconnect with her father who lied in the pits of hell...